Proud of the rivers and lakes

After hearing Lu Guo's words, the woman in red showed a dazed expression on her beautiful face.

"But the way of heaven is reincarnation, good and evil will be rewarded, and Murong Lin will always be rewarded for doing bad things." Lu Guo seemed not to see the expression on the woman's face, and continued, "I heard that he was killed in that battle. Jingfengjian Wen Ruyu stabbed to death with a single sword, but how could those people who had been harmed by him let him go so easily? I heard that after his death, he was whipped to death by hundreds of people. none!"

When the woman in red heard the words, there was a weeping expression on her face, and her whole body was on the verge of falling.

Afterwards, she slowly said: "Jingfengjian Wen Ruyu...what's wrong with him?"

Lu Guo stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Wen Ruyu, you really are a promising young man, he became famous in this battle, this kid is definitely not someone in the pool, within ten years, no, within three years , he is definitely No.1 in martial arts!"

"His Sword of Shocking Wind can be said to be a sword that shocks the wind and rain, and it can be used to weep ghosts and gods. Even Murong Lin, who has such a high martial arts skill, was beheaded by him under the sword. It is really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward. Not only him, but also the Peach Blossom Fan Shen Bishui, Nine Foot Whip Peach Blossom, and Ling Han Sword Xiao Zhenhan, they are all young heroes, and they will become great weapons in the future."

The woman in red listened quietly, and finally raised her head to look at Lu Guo, and said slowly, "Where are the ashes scattered after Murong Lin's death?"

Lu Guo shook his head and said: "There are so many people who hate him in the martial arts world, how can he let him rest in peace, it seems that he just found a wild forest and burned his body, where would there be any ashes. "

The woman in red turned pale, her lips trembled, but she didn't say anything in the end.

She stood up slowly, threw a piece of broken silver onto Lu Guo's table with a flick of the whip, turned and left.

The big man named Pao Hui looked at the broken silver on Lu Guo's table, and exclaimed: "What is the origin of that woman, she is so generous."

Lu Guo put away the pieces of silver, took a sip of wine, and slowly said: "Murong Lin has a fourth wife, and one wife left early. After Murong Lin betrayed the righteous way, his remaining third wife Everyone walks away, and dies... The one who died was the eldest wife whom he was marrying. I heard that after the change in the Murong Mansion, his eldest wife went crazy, and then she drowned herself to death. The eldest wife gave birth to two children. The eldest son is still young and promising, but it is a pity that he has such a father, who is nowhere to be seen now, and there is also a girl, who seems to be named Murong Wu, who is a bit famous heroine."

"The woman in red just now should be Murong Wu."

Pao Hui was still sighing, but when he heard Lu Guo's last words, he jumped up and said, "You still don't chase after her! Maybe she is the remnant of Murong Lin's party!"

"What are you chasing after?" Lu Guo rolled his eyes and said, "The little girl is pitiful enough. She was originally a lady of a family, but who knew that her father turned out to be the leader of the Devil's Cult, and now she doesn't know how miserable she is. The white eyes are enough for her to lose her head, not to mention that she probably didn't know that her father was a big villain before." After finishing speaking, he took a sip of his wine and sighed again.

Fu Jinghong was listening, and couldn't help but sigh for the woman in red.

He could tell that the woman in red seemed to admire Wen Ruyu, the Jingfeng sword, but that person was her father-killing enemy.

It's just... When did the Demon Cult make a comeback?

Fu Jinghong stretched out his hand and touched his chin with some doubts. Moreover, the martial arts alliance was held only a few days ago, so why did the nine sects besiege the Demon Sect in the blink of an eye?

After he got drunk, several months passed as soon as he was drunk?

Fu Jinghong was wondering, and at this time Xiao Er was serving the dishes, so he put aside his doubts for the time being, and started to pick up vegetables for dinner.

After eating a few mouthfuls of sweet and sour pork ribs, the surrounding seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Fu Jinghong looked up, and saw a man in a moon-white gown with Suqin in his arms.

Fu Jinghong frowned, feeling a faint sense of familiarity in his heart, but it was only for a moment. When he came back to his senses, the man in white walked up to him and sat down slowly.

Fu Jinghong paused, and looked around without a trace. There seemed to be many empty seats in this inn.

He ate the chopsticks with the ribs in his hand, and looked up at the man in white.

The appearance of the white-clothed man was not inferior to that of his junior brother, and his brows and eyes were indifferent, with a sense of detachment from the world.

The man in white put the piano horizontally on his lap, raised his hand to take a cup and poured a cup of tea, his movements were leisurely.

Afterwards, he took a sip of tea, and there was no discomfort on his face.

After he finished drinking a glass, he raised his hand and poured another glass, and took another glass leisurely.

Fu Jinghong paused, and said, "Master, is this tea good?"

The man in white looked up at him, his eyes were as black as ink.

Fu Jinghong paused, and then said: "This tea doesn't seem to be as fragrant as the tea outside."

The man in white looked at him, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

Fu Jinghong saw that the man in white didn't answer him, and he couldn't say anything else, so he lowered his head and ate the food.

After a long time, the man in white drank an unknown number of cups of tea, and suddenly said, "Fu Jinghong."

Fu Jinghong paused, looked up at the man in white, a little puzzled.

He seems to have never been famous, how did this person know his name?

"Who am I?" The man in white looked at Fu Jinghong and said calmly.

Fu Jinghong paused, the person in front of him lost his memory?

"If you don't know who you are, how can I know who you are?" Fu Jinghong asked inexplicably.

The man in white looked at Fu Jinghong, said nothing, but raised his hand and drank another cup of tea.

Fu Jinghong looked at the stranger in front of him, feeling inexplicable in his heart, but he was soon distracted by the delicious food in front of him, and lowered his head to eat slowly.

The man in white didn't say anything, just drinking cup after cup of rough tea that was hard to swallow.

The people at the next table were still talking.

"I think the current leader of the martial arts is none other than Jing Feng Jian Wen Ruyu! In the Demon Cult, he has shown his skills! It is said that he single-handedly beheaded the great demon Murong Lin under the sword!"

A big man in black shorts slammed on the table while drinking wine and said loudly.

Fu Jinghong paused, since just now, those people have mentioned Wen Ruyu's name over and over again.

He also remembered Wen Ruyu's graceful demeanor at the Qingcheng Wulin League Meeting, but why when those people mentioned this name, he always had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if melancholy, as if...

"The number one beauty in the world, Tao Zhihua, is not bad either! Although he looks like a girl, his nine-foot soft whip is not a vegetarian!"

Fu Jinghong also had an impression of Tao Zhihua, who was dressed in red but did not look feminine at all.

Tao Zhihua... He frowned, why did he have an inexplicable feeling in his heart?

Those people were still talking, but Fu Jinghong had no intention of listening.

He raised his hand and drank another cup of tea. The taste of the tea was very astringent, and the taste was very bitter... He didn't know how the man in white would drink it.

Fu Jinghong raised his eyes and glanced at the man in white. The man in white was still sitting upright drinking tea, his eyes half closed.

Fu Jinghong got up, walked to the guest room he had booked just now, and was about to rest.

At the door of the guest room, Fu Jinghong pushed the door open and entered.

He had asked Xiao Er to prepare the bath water for him just now, and seeing that the tub and hot water had been prepared, he began to undress.

He didn't know why he would lie down by the small river in the wild as soon as he woke up. He had an intuition that there were some places he had neglected...

But where exactly, he couldn't tell.

Obviously, he was resting in an inn with his two juniors before and was preparing to return to Broken Sleeve Valley, but he didn't know why he was here when he woke up.

And after hearing what those people said just now, Wen Ruyu is not the leader of the martial arts alliance?He clearly remembered that Wen Ruyu was already the leader of the martial arts alliance after the Qingcheng martial arts alliance meeting, and where did a demon sect appear?Who is Murong Lin?

He wouldn't have a hangover and wake up half his life, right?

Fu Jinghong was very puzzled, but before he found the two juniors, he couldn't just ask someone casually, so he simply let go of these doubts and made plans after a good rest.

After Fu Jinghong took off his obscene clothes, he sat in the bathtub, lay down on the wall of the bathtub, closed his eyes and took a nap.

The water temperature was slightly higher, and he felt drunk all over.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and entered.

Fu Jinghong opened his eyes the moment he noticed someone stopped at the door.

When he saw the person dressed in white, who was the strange person who had been drinking tea in front of him just now, he secretly exerted his energy and slapped the water surface violently, creating a splash several feet high.

Then Splash Fu Jinghong put on the obscene clothes, turned around and shot a splash of water straight towards the man in white.

This splash of water was full of internal strength, and Fu Jinghong used skillful force to hit several big acupuncture points on the man in white.

The man in white dodged slightly, dodging the spray.

The moment the water splash hit the ground, Fu Jinghong made several more splashes out of thin air.

This time the man in white stood impartially, standing at the door, watching Fu Jinghong attacking him with the spray.

Fu Jinghong's palm almost landed on the chest of the man in white, but luckily he stopped the force immediately.

Fu Jinghong turned cold, put his hand on the neck of the man in white, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The man in white looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

Fu Jinghong snorted and tightened his fingers, but the man in white still didn't speak.

Fu Jinghong was a little discouraged, he couldn't really kill him, it's just that this person has been following him vaguely since just now, what is his intention?Just now he broke in directly. If he wanted to assassinate him, he should do it in the dark, but he couldn't remember when he offended anyone.

Fu Jinghong looked at the man in white, and when he saw that the man in white's eyes touched his chest and the light dimmed slightly, he lowered his head to look.

In the panic just now, he only casually put on an extremely thin obscene garment, and after being soaked in water, he was almost soaked, and his skin was faintly visible under the translucent obscene garment.

Could it be... the person in front of him is someone who admires him?

Or, a flower picker?

Fu Jinghong paused for a moment, then smiled suddenly, and grabbed the place under the man in white through his shirt with one hand.

"Who the hell are you?" Fu Jinghong looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the man in white, and paused, "Why have you been following me?"

The man in white froze, and a gloomy look flashed in his thick black eyes.

Fu Jinghong felt the thing in his hand tremble slightly, and then it slowly hardened.